Kasimir

Realistic Inb4 RNGesus makes @StrikerEZ Evil, he gets C1ed, and then we just go to vanilla game with Thugs immediately See above Practically, will it even matter this game? Real talk guys. If you do rand Evil or Elder(s), can y'all do me a favour and try not to die at least until C2/C3? Here we go again Sold. I now expect you to RP as a composer :eyes: ggwp bro

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Sure, I'll take you off the sign-ups first; let me know if you need to be added back in. Unlikely, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Given that someone RPed in the last WoT game I played in (LG6) as a horse who ran in last minute to lynch the Whitecloak, I...really don't think you can particularly get things wrong If this helps, and more generally for players who haven't been GMed by me before I'm essentially doing a WoT-skinned folk horror setting Some of the write-ups will ignore established WoT lore: importantly, everyone has to remember that this is in a small isolated village, and that their understanding of politics, the Shadow, and cosmology is not going to exactly match what the WoT reader knows. In other words, the folk of Helgen may be very wrong. I don't accept death RP, because I typically have a pre-planned meta-plot for my write-ups. However, players can absolutely submit death requests, which I will do my best to honour. The more you RP, the more I can give you a better showing in my write-up. If you don't, I will likely just make something up. If you're interested in RPing, my advice to you would be to focus on a character who will fit in in a rural mountain village. Focus on some kind of occupational niche (what does your character do?) or character trait and go from there. I'll be assisting by dropping WoT lore in write-ups so it shouldn't be too difficult to wing this, but I'm not intending to go hardcore lore for this game. Basically it's perfectly possible for a player to know nothing of WoT and manage. While I've been basically theming things a bit Scandinavian and naming things after Wardruna songs, it is technically incorrect to have that flavour near Kandor. But I also don't really care, and Randland is big enough that I don't think this is disturbing anyone unduly. So really, this about tells you how much I am going to be lore enforcement for this one My most important rule: have fun!

Depends on @Ashbringer and @|TJ| - I'm not kayana enough to try two games at once and I'd rather focus on running my MR

Okay, just realised I may have to proactively clarify this - at most one Darkfriend can be Fanged successfully. The Elim chosen by the team as the Fang target won't be considered dead until/unless the Fang successfully triggers. Also, calling it before the game starts - inb4 y'all C1 an Elim again and then the game just plays like a vanilla game with Thugs

Chronologically after exe, on OoA, but yes. There are no weird cases where the Fang target is exed and also Fanged because the exe comes first, and the moment one Elim is exed, the Fang mechanic shuts down. Does mean that if the last Elder is exed/mixed in the same cycle as the Fang goes through, it...won't after all. Due to OoA.

This guy gets it Here's an example: Assuming an Elim team of: <Gleeman, Awes, Alv, Wyrm>, and assuming Fang conditions are otherwise met (i.e. no Elim has yet been exed, and at least one Elder still lives) : C1: The Elim team selects Gleeman as the Fang target. The players put in the Fang orders - the threshold of 1/2 is not reached. The Fang does not go off; Gleeman is neither revealed nor removed from the game (except the Elim doc.) C2: The Elim team selects Awes as the Fang target. The players put in the Fang orders - the threshold of 1/2 is still not reached. The Fang does not go off; Awes is neither revealed nor removed from the game (except the Elim doc.) C3: The Elim team does not send in a Fang target. The players put in the Fang orders - the threshold of 1/2 is still not reached. The Fang does not go off; Awes is neither revealed nor removed from the game (except the Elim doc.) C4: The Elim team selects Wyrm as the Fang target. The players put in the Fang orders - this time, the threshold of 1/2 is reached. The Fang goes off; as the last-submitted Fang target, Wyrm is revealed as an Elim and removed from the game. Kas feels very betrayed and emotionally scarred. Wyrm retains access to the Elim doc and can post and advise his team, but is otherwise 'dead' to the game. Because Wyrm has already been affected by the Fang, the Fang mechanic is now deactivated. Fang orders may no longer be sent in. No - defaults to the most recent submission, as shown in the example. If the Elims have not sent in a single Fang order at all, RNGesus will choose. Yes.

My response to you is going to assume that the other conditions for the Fang are met, i.e. Village has not managed to exe a single Elim, and at least one Elder still lives. 1. At least half of the living players agree to send in a Dragon Fang order. There's no target, it'd look something like this: Suppose Kas, a Villager (not actually important for the purposes of this example but emotionally important to me) sends in a a Fang order in his GM PM: That's all. As soon as I receive Fang orders from 1/2 of all living players in the cycle, the Fang will go through. 2. The Elim team chooses which one of their team is identified by the Fang. You are correct that it is essentially a free Elim kill in case the Village finds none, with the drawback of the player helping their team strategise still. Here's the original context/idea of the mechanic: The interesting thing is that Araris mentioned this during a period where Village analysis was particularly weak. I am not certain this assumption holds any longer, but we'll see.

I see my IM PoE just shrunk

Yes. Darkfriends can be anyone. They can be me! They can be you! They can even be— Here's a better way of putting this, maybe: there are no safe roles

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The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow. Everyone in Helgen knew the story of Brosca’s Point. To get to Brosca’s Point, you had to take the narrow path, the one that led away from the back door of the inn, and towards the slopes of the mountains. Because it was not a well-used path, the going was rough, cutting across stones and dirt and grass, and the occasional straggler-tree. There was an easier shortcut, if you cut through the rolling meadows where the goats fed and locked horns. Either way, the path led you up into the tree line, and onwards, through the pines, until you reached the cluster of rocks, crazed with cracks. You could make your ascent carefully, using the cracks to negotiate your way up to the top of the rock cluster, and then up a steep slope, to an outcropping in the side of the mountain. There, a lone pine jutted out at an angle, branches bare and denuded, blackened and split as though from a direct strike of lightning. Some of the braver ones—or the more foolish ones, and sometimes, there is really no difference at all—would scurry along the pine, wincing as it creaked precariously. But if you reached the end of the lightning-struck pine, there was a view unmatched among most views: of the mountain slopes below, and far below, enough that it looked like a child’s scrawling—the village of Helgen. There was a story to the lightning-struck pine, to Brosca’s Point. Everyone in Helgen knew that story. It was the story of a channeler—no one was very clear if this was before or after the Breaking, before the tainting of saidin, or after. The version of the story you were likely to hear depended: some spoke of a battle fought against impossible odds, fire scarring the pines as the channeler called down lightning and fire from the heavens to battle Trollocs. Others scoffed and spoke of a quarrel over a lost love, with the channeler going mad from the taint, with the lightning-struck pine marking the site of his last stand before Helgen took care of its own, for once and for all. The watcher was not certain which version of the story he preferred. But he liked the view. The fog was beginning to creep in, rolling across the swaying tips of the sea of pine trees. It washed across the rocks, softening their hard edges. It brushed past the grass and moss, blanketing it entirely. From this high, it looked as though the fog would swallow even Helgen, for good. Movement from the corner of his eye drew his gaze. He turned, and frowned as a raven hopped across the rocks, black beady eyes staring knowingly at him. He stared back at it. The raven abruptly took flight, in a scattering of dark feathers, and he drew back, burying his face in the crook of his elbow. All he could hear was the harsh, mocking laughter of the raven. The watchman’s bell tolled the hour. In the grey light of the morning, it seemed to echo, again and again, though there was no reply. Wyden had been up for hours before the bell, tidying and doing the various chores that needed doing. There seemed to be no end to the small tasks needed to keep the Tree in good shape, even when the last of his regulars had departed after the midnight bell. Yawning, he dragged his coat on and then headed out through the front door, wincing at the bracing rush of the cool morning air that greeted him, brushing past the hanging sign that read: T ree Firs. When Wyden had taken over the inn, the sign had already been in disrepair, with the last h faded into illegibility. He’d meant to take the time to have the sign repainted, but he’d never had the time, and in any case, he supposed that changing the situation now would be too confusing. To everyone in Helgen, the inn was named the Tree, and had always been. It was a grey morning, seemingly unremarkable, and Wyden was already counting in his head the tasks that needed to be done for today—he’d to see to the horses; there was a traveling scholar from Cairhien, who refused all questions and laughed everytime someone asked about what she was doing in somewhere like Helgen. “Collecting stories,” she said. A few days later, a soldier had come in, said he was returning home from time on the Blightborder. Wyden was certain he had the hard gaze of a man used to killing, but he didn’t walk like a soldier. He walked with a cat’s lethal grace, and maintained a careful distance from the scholar. Wyden was used to watching people. As an innkeeper, you noticed things. People didn’t always expect you to. But the scholar and the soldier paid well, and Wyden supposed it was none of his business. And then his day took a sudden turn for the worse as he approached the horse trough. “Blood and bloody ashes,” Wyden whispered. A body sprawled gracelessly in the horse trough. He knew the man—Gamen, an incorrigible drunkard and gambler, hadn’t even quite settled his tab yet. Gamen was very dead, mouth gaping in a silent scream, with a snarled tracery of black thorns growing out through his skin, twining about his limbs, garrotting him about the throat in a macabre display. “Light shelter us,” Wyden croaked. His own throat had gone very dry. “It’s happening again.” He’d seen this, years ago. Someplace else. Didn’t want to think about it at all. Strange things happened in the Blight; sometimes, close to the Blightborder. But this was Helgen, and Helgen was some measure of distance from the Blightborder after all. Wyden startled as someone moved in past him. “Don’t do that,” he snapped, fighting down long-buried reflexes. He was in Helgen, he told himself, nails digging into the palms of his hand. He was in Helgen, and he counted off the list of tasks he had to do in his head. Roofing over the attic needed mending, he’d never quite had the time to get around to it… The soldier frowned down at the body. He didn’t look particularly surprised. “Dead,” he said, aloud. He bent forward and shifted the body calmly, inspecting the horse trough. “Wasn’t it a cold night?” “Yes?” Wyden said, and regretted that it’d come out as a question. The soldier looked over at him. “No ice,” he said. “Ah.” “Hell of a way to die,” the soldier said. “It’ll be all over Helgen within the hour. Did he have any family?” Wyden winced. Noticed that the soldier hadn’t even asked how Gamen had died either. “No,” he said. “Just him. Always paid his tab, though.” Which was a lie, but Wyden supposed he wasn’t one to speak ill of the dead. “Enemies?” asked the soldier, but Wyden shrugged helplessly. “This is Helgen,” he explained, for the soldier’s own sake. “Sure, Gamen had his share of quarrels, but this…” he looked at the corpse—at Gamen—again and shook his head. “No one in Helgen kills like that.” Not this distance from the Blightborder. Not if they weren’t sworn to the Shadow. The soldier smiled. It was a mirthless expression. It didn’t reach his pale eyes, which were flat; icy, even. “Someone did.” Those words sent a frisson of ice down Wyden’s spine, though he kept his expression still. Helgen was a quiet village, the sort of place where you grew up all your life and died and many in Helgen had barely strayed beyond the boundaries of the village. Everyone knew each other here, and strangers like the soldier and the scholar were often remarked upon. The idea of the Shadow’s reach extending even here, among them… Light shelter them, Wyden thought. All of a sudden, he felt strangely vulnerable, as though the Dark One’s own walked among them with impunity, and wished he could run right back into the inn right now and…and… “Be careful, innkeeper,” said the soldier, unconsciously echoing the direction of Wyden’s own thoughts. Wyden regarded him steadily. “The Shadow’s reach is long indeed.” Wyden looked at him, but the soldier pointed to the wall of the stables. It had been vandalised, with bloody letters splashed boldly on the weather surface of the wood. Wyden felt a hot flash of outrage. “My stables!” he snapped, and added yet another task to be done to the running list he kept going on in his head. It would be the work of at least a morning to remove the damage, repaint the wood, maybe sand it down a little, and it would be the talk of the village in the meanwhile. FOR THE GREAT LORD, AN OFFERING, read the letters, mocking him. Above, Wyden heard the rustling of dark wings, and a raven flapped off into the greylight. MR57: Helvegen Årle ell i dagars hell enn veit ravnen om eg fell —Helvegen, Wardruna The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow. The small village of Helgen is sheltered from the Blight by the mountains of Kandor and the swords of the Borderlanders. This is not your war: most of you have grown up in Helgen and will die there as well. That was until last morning. A grey morning, seemingly unremarkable. Then everything you knew shattered like the thin crust of ice in the horse trough. This was where they found the body. Someone had murdered Gamen, and left him in the horse trough, to be discovered by the innkeeper in the morning, a snarled tracery of black thorns growing out through his skin in a macabre display. “Light shelter us, it’s happening again,” Wyden mutters and then he clams up and refuses to say anything more. He glares daggers at the Dragon’s Fang scrawled on the inn door. An ill wind blows from the Blight, and the fog creeps in towards Helgen. Last night, one of Tema’s goats sickened and died. The stranger, Kaim, claims to have heard ravens calling at dusk. The Shadow, it seems, has fallen across even Helgen. Can you find the Darkfriends hidden in your midst before it is too late? Or will even Helgen be claimed by the Shadow? General Rules: Win Conditions: Roles: Dragon's Fang: Quick Links: Sign-ups are open now and will close on Saturday, 26th March 2022, at 0100hrs SGT (GMT +8). Rollovers will take place at the same time. The IM for the game is @Devotary of Spontaneity. Credit to @Araris Valerian for the idea behind the Dragon's Fang mechanic.

I think you're right about this, but I'm genuinely lost about how to do that by this point. After a year of kayana games (AG7-AG8 period), I feel locked against my will into a playstyle or play attitude where refusing to give my best even to the point of self-destruction is unacceptable. I think MR56 C1 was an instance of where this panned out badly - I was just working against all the negative modifiers, forcing myself to do it, and then making really bad analyses. Part of me also feels it's not ethical to demand of Villagers a level of effort I'm not willing to give myself. That seems to lead to tears all around. Does anyone have any thoughts on how to reach that state? Like, LG83 should have been that for me, and in a way, it was. I just did whatever the hell I wanted to in terms of analysis, never backread (almost never anyway) and just more or less dashed off first-level analyses and called it a day. But it turned out I couldn't do über-chill because sitting back and doing nothing also just broke my brain.

Warning: This post is going to contain a lot of brutal honesty and discussion of my condition. It may not be pretty. You may not want to continue. But I think it's important because I have questions/comments to bring up. Kas when the aftermath went up: i. documentation ii. anatomy of a breakdown I'm going to carefully say here that if the first concern is that I might be soft-cleared in longer games (or let's be honest, Lotus games) in future, then the community probably have a problem anyway because players shouldn't be using this level of thinking in order to try to solve or game the game. We can argue about whether they should or will (descriptive versus normative), but I will say that it's concerning to me that this is the first issue that comes to mind out of the raw mess that was the Elim doc. iii. extended and shortened cycles iv. breaks - Ash stuff v. minor stuff: I've always been vocal about not effort-clearing me. Told Archer not to in AG8, told someone (can't remember) that I never effort clear Orlok in MR56, and so on. I think people just have to understand that given my Village playstyle, I'd be under significant pressure to replicate that as a Elim, which means that you can't effort-clear me. It's unfortunate it took this much for people to listen to me. Guess Village Kas just doesn't have enough credibility I don't mind operationally effort-clearing but in my head it usually comes with an asterisk that this person has to be revisited - it's what happened with Aman for me in AG8. There's...a way I deal with reading Orlok, but it's based off the fact we have enough of a friendship for me to get a sense of what's baseline for him and not. Probably the same with Wyrm. And even that is fallible. This game, for instance, cemented Orlok's certainty of how to read me, for which I am very grateful due to the paranoia I got from him in MR56 and LG83 But I'll be honest, given our threadbrawl C6, I kind of feel like V!Kas/E!Orlok throwing down or E!Kas/V!Orlok throwing down is going to involve some light credibility issues in convincing the Village we're actually right about the other. P.S. Wyrm threatened to come back to SE just to threadbrawl me :| And all of a sudden, I feel loved... I think it's one reason our Village selves worked well together, such as in LG79. I will rethink all the things if given the chance, you generally know when to stop. The result is that I encourage you to be more careful about rethinking, and you encourage me to actually stop before I decide against lynching the player who is very obviously Elim (hi LG79 Heron.) The moderation of our tendencies is a good thing. Thanks, but honestly I wouldn't consider this good play from myself; just a lot of winging it and trying not to die. I'm glad I survived too, though I really wish I could've saved Orlok and Striker I know what Aman said in the dead doc about it being necessary. I get it, or I wouldn't have done it. But it goes sharply against the grain. That post was basically fairly honest. I always like to do first layer thought in PMs but if I can't get PMs, I do it in my GM PM, or just dump it in the thread and see what people make of it. And I need to work off other players to correct my thinking - this is why I was going absolutely nuts in AG8 when no one wanted to help me figure out if I was right about Ocho (I wasn't.) I did like our ThreadPMBros dynamic, and I think it's quite effective as Villagers together I did feel that in MR56, I'd entered a kind of Devil's Advocate mode relative to you but I didn't think it was a bad thing because I think it helped you sell things to the thread in a way people could/would actually buy. Dunno. Guess I'd just say I liked what we had going, yes. After sleep - C6 was fun, I think. Once I just let go of any expectation I had to be Village or that what my Village self thought mattered. I think I was juggling that a lot for most of the game, along with remnants of my LG83 Thief play and just nerves and emotional pressure, so just hitting the point where Orlok and I were staking it all on one final roll of the dice was sort of liberating. There was a definite plan/target and I put everything aside to make sure we got there. In a way it was like the polar opposite to Village Kas I think. Still utter dgaf, just differently-valenced. Besides, I'd always wanted to threadbrawl with Orlok, even if he was taking it easy on me vi. final thoughts Good game from the Village - Orlok and I honestly thought we were dead in the water at so many points. Shout out to @Mailliw73 for the C6 Orlok suggestion, which was the absolutely correct one and the one Village Kas would have pushed for. Also, @Ashbringer - good C5 play, LG74 vibes, and absolutely what V!Kas would have called for as well. Thanks to @Lotus and @Araris Valerian for their patience and GMing/IMing/Schadenfreude/trolling. Thanks to @StrikerEZ and @Orlok Tsubodai for being insanely amazing teammates - I've had good prior teamwork with Orlok but almost exclusively as Villagers together or I suppose when he plays Age with Wyrm and myself, so it was fun being Evil with him and as much as I suffered during chunks of the game, I wouldn't trade our cycles scheming together for all the world. (It's great to see our teamwork carries over to being Evil together.) My contribution to this game that I'm proudest of was taking a beating from Orlok C6 This was the death RP I edited and submitted - Keredin was a bit of a joke, meant to get back at Wyrm for the trolling he did in LG50. Kas's Death RP: I regret not being able to have the quiet, chill, RPful game I wanted. Sorry to Lotus and Araris for the trauma, and thank you to all friends who heard me out and kept me functioning until the end of the game. Orlok for best bro, seriously. (Get rekt Wyrm.) To my team, I'm still sorry I struggled so hard, and made a bunch of questionable decisions trying to keep us afloat. I maintain I can't really Elim, as was apparent at many junctures during this game. But I've got to learn how to, and this game was a start. I don't really want to pull Evil again for quite a while and hope I'll be able to recover and that RNGesus is kind, but that being said, I understand I'm a bit of a hot commodity at this point because everyone wants the guy who hasn't been Evil in eons... ...so I'm just going to leave off by saying that I look forward to stabbing some Villagers (back or face, not picky) with some of you going forwards

That's what I was afraid of :/ It's why I really, really wanted to emphasise that I needed people to not shy away from lynching me if they were down for it in C5, while at the same time, just so tired and done trying to hold everything together that all of it was leaking no matter how much I tried to just not. I don't really have an answer for this and I think I'm too tired/dead for one, but this is where I said I'm happy to accept a voluntary player ban if necessary.

Sorry bro :/ That wouldn't have worked. It would have hurt me greatly (and it did in the Elim doc) but I was prepared to bus Orlok without hesitation and had been since C5, just that C5 wasn't the right time due to a lot of factors, including myself finally snapping under the strain of having to act normal and not breakdown in the thread. My in-thread line was "I vote where Archer votes" so I stuck with it.

Sigh. I'm sorry guys. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry :| Please, please make me a Villager next time please :sob: P.S. Think you misplaced Orlok with Archer, as Archer was Village. Not that Archer didn't help, but kind of sad as well, given how much work Orlok put in The Elim doc was 90% breakdowns and stress and crying before Orlok returned I can tell you this much :|

Sorry Maili. I'm utterly tapped out too. As far as I can tell, I just honest-to-God cannot see a world in which Archer is Evil. He voted on Orlok twice for chrissakes. Which commits me to Evil you. If he's Evil and he's pocketed me utterly, so be it. I just can't carry on anymore. I'm done. Locking in Maili. If we lose, gg Elims. I did my best, and I'm out of road. Not going to try to tie my brain into more logic pretzels. I'm fine with the cycle ending now.

Seconded if Archer wants to vote me instead. I'm done. I'm really just done and I just wanted an NK to send me to the Elysian peace of the dead doc.

Should I be surprised to be damned to yet another bloody cycle instead of being NKed? >:( Apparently not, given how hard Orlok was going for me. Maili. Y'all do what you want to, I'm peacing out.

Have one. I'll send it to the committee, then, thanks!

Lesgo. Orlok.

Ninjaed by Lotus, and a bit shorter than I'd wish, probably because it's late and I'm running low on energy. In all honesty, I don't believe I am. I'm rehashing the logical structure of Arg. 1 just to revisit for the class why it's perfectly reasonable for me - as of this cycle - to have insanely strong E!Orlok credences, to the point of utter dgaf. It would be insane tunnelling in any other context. It's not anymore once Ash and Illwei both flipped Village. So I'm not trying to credit to you any disputation of the logical structure of Arg. 1 - I'm just revisiting and reminding everyone why it's perfectly rational for me to be this dead set on E!Orlok. Except why would I be assuming A1 before my own views permitted me to do so? Almost everyone assumed there was an Elim busser in the pool the moment the vote results came out. An eight vote train being a pure train is absolutely insane. Sure, I think it's rational to accept there's a very small side-possibility the train was pure, but it was not in any point in serious dispute that everyone believed there was an Elim on the C1 Striker train, and I challenge you to show me otherwise - apart from Illwei's theorising about the Devo kill, which got her sussed by Aman, no one seriously regarded that as a contentious assumption, and it raises my hackles that you're using this to sus me. Was it a rush? I've been perfectly clear that I regarded the D1 Striker train as containing one Elim. The manner and timing of your vote would have attracted some measure of suspicion in any other player in the same context - probably unless you were Devo, who's known for these things. I think it's disingenuous not to even acknowledge that. I've been consistent as well in side-eying Fifth for a similar last minute vote (though this was on a Villager) in LG83. The fact this is a deviation from your standard play should only attract more attention, though I'll grant that charitably, I don't want to have playstyle differences being the main driving force behind suspecting a player, so fair enough, I'll back off on the deviation point in particular. As I gained more reasons to improve my reads on other players in the suspect pool, (e.g. the timing of Bort's vote), it's only reasonable for my E!Orlok credences in turn to increase, because the suspect pool narrows. For instance, around C4, when my reads of Illwei and Ash improved, it's only reasonable of me to start squinting at you more. Illwei's and Ash's flips only cemented this into utter certainty. Two comments: 1. I am careful about documenting my reasons for taking risks/doing weird plays. My longpost with spoilered sections explaining my reasoning and methods and motivations for the D3 Meerkat play in AG8 was an instance of this. 2. E!Kas has a better play than this: E!Kas puts Striker in his suspect pool, never actually votes on Striker, pushes two other alternate trains forward to varying degrees of aggressiveness, and claims that RNGesus didn't fall on Striker. It also allows him to retain the possibility of bussing Striker without drawing any attention at all if he so wishes, since it's perfectly consistent that he'd have voted on Striker given Striker was in his pool of three. I'd say the fact you're ignoring this makes me raise my eyebrows, coming from a player like you, but let's be honest - I know you're Evil, so that's more or less a given.